We moved into a bigger house recently where I have been having some strange experiences. These are not frightening, or creepy, but do interest me. I was sleeping one night, having a bad dream, I woke up out of nowhere. I was laid on my left side facing my room and as I turned over to go back to sleep on my right side, I looked through my bedroom door and saw a dark male shadow figure. I did a double-take but when I looked back it was obviously gone. It didn’t feel threatening nor did it frighten or startle me. In fact, I just rolled over and went back to sleep peacefully. I believe this spirit has been watching over me and he could have even pulled me out

My mom’s family has had various encounters with the supernatural and although this one is short, this is probably one of the strangest I’ve heard so far and I’m hoping to get some answers. This happened to my grandmother back when she was young. My grandfather would take her and their kids on small trips out of town. On this particular trip, which was just a little relaxing in the desert, my grandmother spotted golden flames in the distance as they were leaving. She told her husband that there was something burning, but he said there was nothing there. About a day or two later, my grandmother had gotten word that someone had dug up the very spot where she had seen the flames and disappeared, leaving behind small empty

Two of my best friends are very “sensitive” to the paranormal. They both told me this story and it really creeped me out. They are sure they saw a demon. The two of them were walking downtown. It was still light out, and they were heading for a store. All of a sudden, they said they saw a young man, Andy, being harassed by the police. Andy is homeless, talks to himself, has stalked people, and writes about the devil. He is scary to be around. My friends keep walking after seeing him. Slowly, a car pulls up beside them. In the back seat with the window down is a teenage girl. She is leering at them. She is wearing all black, and is almost green in skin color, much

I was raised by my mom and step-father, who was, in every way, my Dad. He always referred to me as his daughter and I loved him more than anything growing up. He was part of the Sheriff’s Department based in a major city in the state we lived in. He was raised during the depression, a first generation born in the US Italian. He was one of the smartest, kindest, most gentle men I’ve ever met. In 25 years of being a police officer, he only drew his gun a handful of times, and never shot anyone. He was forced to retire in 1985 due to a heart condition and developed emphysema several years later. He had his first heart attack when I was 13, and the second when

When I was about 4 or 5 years old I had an experience that I have tried to make sense of ever since. I had just gone to bed on a summer’s night. I know it was summer because it was still light outside, probably about 8:30 p.m. I had not been in bed long and I looked up to the window above and to the left of my bed. I saw a figure in a dark hood. I could not see a face. Just blackness. Then the figure spat on me. I felt totally paralyzed. I didn’t know what else to do, but as crazy as this may sound, I tried to spit back at the figures. At that point, they disappeared. I didn’t see them again. I told

When I was a child, my family and I lived in a very old house, which my grandfather had built on his own. It was so old that we sometimes saw cockroaches in the kitchen. In the kitchen I used to wash the dishes together with my grandma. But one day my grandmother suddenly felt very weak and she died. We were very sad. I can remember the funeral because, even though I was very young, it was my first experience where any of my relatives had died. Time passed. One day I was washing dishes in the kitchen. It was a very hot and stuffy day. Then I felt something behind me. I thought it was my mother, so I looked back. There was no one there except this

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Recently I have been thinking about something that happened to me a few years ago. This was in the 1970’s when I was ten, or eleven, years old. During summer break from school I had gone with my mother to the mall. It was a normal day, we did some shopping, and then I went back to the car while my mother did some grocery shopping and got her hair cut. I was sitting in the car listening to the radio when I saw a boy my age walk down the sidewalk. He looked kind-of familiar and I just watched him. He must have noticed me because he turned and walked towards the car. He stood outside the car door staring in at me. I stared back and at the

Almost forgotten in the small village of Charing, at the junction of The Hill, and Pett Lane, stands an ancient white stone mounting block with three time worn steps. You may have to search a little if you wish to see this, as during the summer months it becomes overgrown with weeds and the growing branches of a hedge close by. It is an interesting reminder of the old days of Tudor Charing, when it was first placed here for the convenience of riders in the village, just a few yards up from the old blacksmiths workshop and forge. Few of todays present villagers even know it is there, or indeed what it is, and even fewer have heard the story attached to it, a story of a young highwayman

I was making my way home from college one afternoon, but had to stop off at the store to get some groceries. Everything was normal. It was a bright, sunny day in California. After paying for my groceries I made my way back to my car and found a boy standing by my car. I didn’t pay much attention, unlocked the driver side door and got inside. I rested my groceries on the passenger seat and as I went to start the car the boy turned and tapped on the window. Looking back, it was almost as though he was frozen—he literally span around when I went to start the car. His tapping on the window was strange too. It was almost in rhythm. I got out of the car

Since my grandad died in 2003, I seemed to have attracted “something”. The week he died, I felt his hand grasp mine – I ran outside screaming, something I regret. A few years later,I moved into the flat above our shop, I could never ever sleep when I was there and would often get pushed in the small of my back-mum. Dad told me that the old lady who had the flat before me had died in there, but only AFTER I’d moved out. The most recent episode has been in the house that I’ve just moved out of. I was there for just over a year. Things really started to happen after Halloween, which happens to be my favorite times of the year so was lots of decorations etc!

I have a Black-Eyed kids encounter to report. A few weeks ago, my wife and I were returning home after seeing a movie. As we stopped at an intersection two children were walking down the sidewalk. It was still early so there was nothing strange about kids still being around. I would guess they were around eleven or twelve—but they stepped off the sidewalk and walked over to our car. The lights were still red. I thought they would just run across in front of us. Kids do some stupid stuff. One of them tapped on the driver side window of the car. I started to feel afraid. I didn’t know why I was afraid—but I was. This wasn’t a carjacker, or anything like that. These were young kids. What

It’s been a while, and I’d love to share the story of the house I grew up in on Long Island at 26 Crescent Beach Dr. I was very young at the time, however I have vivid memories of the events in the house which took place in my early childhood that not only affected myself, but my mother, uncle, and 4 aunts who lived there. They can all corroborate their own experiences and details as there is no real rhyme or reason to the incidents that took place over the years. I’ll try to cover them as briefly as possible, but there are a lot of instances. A little background; I was raised in my grandfather’s house in Huntington, NY. In that house lived my Uncle, my mother who

I was riding the bus back home after work, it was early in the morning as I work strange hours. Everything was normal about this trip until one man got on the bus. He was wearing a suit, had a briefcase and I was just looking at him while he stared out the window and chewed his gum, and all of a sudden, he turned and looked at me. His eyes were pitch black, just as other people have described. My heart started beating like crazy. I was starting to panic and I had no idea why, I feared this guy. Then he grinned at me. I almost screamed, but instead I had just got up and took the seat right behind the driver. I calmed down a bit after